Skinny-legged Leo, on his first day of fifth grade, cheerfully taking his goodbye kiss then running off, arms akimbo, backpack bouncing, bounding toward his year.
Me standing there, turning away as the tears came.
This is the first day of his last year of elementary school. It’s the beginning of his year, but it is the end of something precious for me.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Twice baked potatoes
Peanut butter cookies